Busby Stoop Chair : THE STOREH

IS THE infamous Busby Stoop chair and its shadowy links with the notorious murder of Daniel Awtey in 1702, a deathly curse from the past or just a clever ruse?

Just West of the pretty market town of Thirsk in North Yorkshire and famous for the James Herriot vet stories, is the Busby Stoop Inn with a dark history and a curse reaching from the summer of 1702 to the present day.

In the late 17th century, a coin clipper and forger Daniel Awety moved from Leeds to the rural hamlet of Kirby Wiske some 3 miles from the Busby Stoop Inn, to continue his illegal business of counterfeiting the King's sovereigns. 

Daniel Awety, bought a farm on the edge of Kirby Wiske and renamed it “Danotty Hall”, a derivative of Dan-Awety, which stands to this day. The hall sits at the top of a gentle rise, providing an excellent look-out for unwanted visitors. 

Awety extended the hall - he built a hidden room linked by a secret passage from the underground cellar. He put a large oak door on the west of the hall which faced the access track and behind the door he installed a square iron bar. 

The heavy iron bar, over 4 feet long, lay dormant inside a secret hole on the left hand side wall just behind the oak door. When visitors were seen coming up the track the iron bar could pulled across the back of the door to a hole into the right hand side wall of the door. 

Thomas Busby a local man became partners with his father in law Awety in the illicit coining business at the hall. It was reported, Busby a bully and drunkard, returned home to discover Daniel Awety sat in his favourite chair and after an argument threw Awety out. It is said, Awety threatened to take his daughter Elizabeth away from Busby and return her to Danotty Hall. 

Later that night Thomas Busby went up to Danotty Hall and bludgeoned Daniel Awety to death with a hammer. After murdering Awety, Busby hid the body in nearby woodland. When Awety failed to appear, a search was mounted which led to the discovery of Daniel Awety's body and the arrest of Thomas Busby. 

Busby was tried at York Assizes in 1702 and condemned to hang and his body dipped in pitch and left in a gibbet opposite the coaching inn at the cross roads on the old great north road leading into Thirsk. 

As Thomas Busby was being lead to his execution he is supposed to have cursed anyone who dared sit in his chair. Thereafter the inn became known as the Busby Stoop Inn and the curse of the chair was born, or was it?

It's now suggested, the Busby Stoop chair famously hanging in the Thirsk museum and the focus of so much fear, might not have been made until after 1840, some 138 years after Thomas Busby's execution.

Dr Adam Bowett, a renowned and respected furniture historian, with a Research Fellowship at the Victoria and Albert Museum said, “The Busby Stoop chair is a type now known as a 'Caistor' chair, because of its association with the chair maker John Shadford. Shadford worked in the north Lincolnshire town of Caistor between c.1843 and 1881. It is unlikely to be older than c.1840 and could have been made as late as 1900”.

For generations, the Busby Stoop chair has filled men's hearts with fear and dared the foolhardy. The locals, always happy to goad others to sit in Thomas Busby's old chair, but never venturing to temp the curse themselves.

Karen Rowley, landlady of the Busby Stoop Inn said, “I've been here for the last 7 years and the locals are still afraid of the chair and its curse. I saw a figure on the landing upstairs, it was a very tall human like figure with no arms and no clear face. It moved sideways and then disappeared through a wall. I was absolutely terrified.”

In 1894, a local chimney sweep and another man had been drinking in the Busby Stoop Inn. After leaving the pub late, the chimney sweep laid down on the roadside to sleep, the following morning he was found hanging by his neck on a gatepost next to the old Busby gibbet. The inquest into the chimney sweeps death decided he had killed himself. 

Across the road from the inn is the old Skipton on Swale airfield. It was home to 4 squadrons of the Royal Canadian Air Force during WWII, whose crews used to regularly drink at the Busby Stoop Inn. It is said, airmen who sat in the Busby chair, never returned home after bombing sorties over Germany.

Tony Earnshaw, was not a superstitious man when he took over the Busby Stoop Inn in 1968. Mr Earnshaw initially dismissed the Busby curse as nonsense but later reported several fatal incidents which began to worry him.

Before becoming landlord, Mr Earnshaw was in the pub having a pint when he over heard two airmen daring each other to sit in the chair. Both airman sat in Busby's chair and later that day, their car hit a tree and both men died on their way to the hospital.

Mr Earnshaw also reported the story of a group of builders who came in to his pub one lunchtime and dared a young labourer to sit in the chair. The brave your lad obliged and after returning to their building site the young lad fell through a roof onto concrete and to his death. After the death of the builders labourer, landlord Tony Earnshaw locked the chair away in his cellar. 

In 1978, a man from the brewery sat in the Busby chair in the cellar. He told Mr Earnshaw how comfortable the chair was and suggested such a fine piece of furniture should be in the bar and not locked away in a damp cellar. Hours later the delivery drivers vehicle, inexplicably left the road and the driver was killed instantly.

This was the last straw for Tony Earnshaw, so he asked the Thirsk museum to take the chair away, on condition, the museum never let anyone ever sit in. The museum put the chair on the wall out of harms way and no one has been allowed to temp the curse for nearly 30 years.

Cooper Harding, manager of the tiny Thirsk museum said, “ We have a duty to respect our benefactors wishes. Over the years I have been requested many times to allow visitors to sit in Busby's chair. 

Mr Harding added, “In 2004 a Japanese film crew got so upset when I refused them permission to sit in the chair, they complained to the head of legal services at county hall in Northallerton and later inquired what penalty would they incur if they disobeyed our rules. They were told, the penalty is,“death”. We could have made a lot of money for the museum if we had let visitors sit in the chair, but a promise is a promise.”

Is it curse or a clever ruse? The death of the chimney sweep in 1894 was a mystery at the time but in 1914 the chimney sweeps drinking partner died penniless in the local workhouse. As he lay on his death bed, he confessed to having tied the chimney sweep to a fence near the pub and robbing him of the of his purse, which contained only twopence.

The records from the 4 squadrons of the Royal Canadian Air Force based at the Skipton on Swale airfield during WWII show a below average aircraft loss of 1.65%, from over 11000 sorties.

The Busby Stoop Inn is a modern business at the roundabout separating the A61 and A167 between the villages of Sandhutton and Carlton Miniott. The pub still proudly displays a sign showing the Busby Stoop chair next to a mock set of gallows. 

The History of York published in 1858, records the murder of Daniel Awety in 1702 , the Kirby Wiske parish records confirm Awety's burial on the 7th June 1702 . Early parish records reveal for the first time, the likelihood Christopher Shaws, was Thomas Busby's accomplice. Shaws was hung for the murder of a D. Notty and buried on the 4th August 1702 in Thirsk cemetery. 

There is however, no formal record of a Busby Stoop chair or its famous curse until the mid 20th century and such reports are limited to press speculation.

The curse and the history of the murder of Daniel Awety has been good business for the Busby Stoop Inn and Thirsk museum for many years. As landlady Karen Rowley says, “We have people from all over the world visit our pub and they all ask about the chair and the curse”

Whatever the origin of the Busby Stoop chair and its curse, the locals believe the old coaching inn is stalked by the sleepless spirit of Thomas Busby. 

Gibbeting - exposing the corpse in an iron cage, was feared by highwaymen more than the execution, it was believed the spirit could find no rest in the afterlife.

This full story and supporting pictures was published in The Dalesman Magazine




CREDITS TO : John R Bacon <?>

MY POEM THINGY III

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You are one of my awesomest best friends 


And to you, all my problems, I can send


Just to see your smile that completes my day,


Almost everything I have,, I shall pay.


I feel as though I'm under a tough spell


Thats why in loving you, I feel compelled 


see my STUPIDITY ? the cause of all this ... BOREDOM. 

MY POEM THINGY II

ok so ... I GOT BORED AND MADE A NEW ONE. its more suck-ish than before ... GOMEN NASAI ~



His playful smiles that complete my whole month


Just by seeing him, it makes me cheer up


When I saw him, I knew it. It was FATE.


Its when I fount my dear, sweet Soul mate 


The people like you are so very few


But my first love, I'll never forget you ~ 

MY POEM THINGY

Like ... 2 days ago, RAINBOW RIFLE invited me to do a dare from a Lovina Vargas FAN PAGE in Face Book. It dared you to make a 6 line poem with 10 syllables per line and with the 1st , last , and middle 2 lines must rhyme. 


MINE IS SUCK-ISH AND STUPID ...
ok ?


here it is then ...




Your one-of-a-kind smile lights up my day


Your shining onyx orbs staring my way 


Your cute accent is music to my ears


Your warming hugs take away all my fears


But I wonder why I'm scared to tell you


That I really mean it, AISHITERU.






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THE WORLD.

Something AWESOMER.

(Prussia Hetalia Oneshot)

He doesn't get it.

Whenever he tries to get your attention

...

he fails.

HOW?

How is it possible

...

"Hey ____!!!"

He called.

"____!"

He called again.

He'll do anything to get your attention.

ANYTHING

He'll do anything just to see your beautiful face turning to him.

He'll do anything just to hear your sweet voice talking to him.

He'll do anything ...

to make you love him ...

"Give me attention

Give me some time

You see your love is just so dangerous

It should be a crime."

Then one day...

Prussia was running around in circles while shouting 'I'm Awesome!!!'

Pretty much an ordinary day... 

Until he tripped.

Over Nothing.

"I'm so awe- GYAAAAH!"

"Prussia!"

You rushed over to him.

You hate to admit it but......

You were worried if he was hurt.

"You okay?"

"Y-yeah..."

There was a lot of blushing.

"I said god damn

your love's so dangerous

it should be a crime"

"_-____..."

"Yes?"

"T-Thanks..."

"You're welcome."

Then he kissed you...

But you kissed back...

"I love you, Prussia..."

"AWESOME!"

"Your love is just so dangerous,

sometimes."

"Yes! I finally got your attention!"

"Yeah, you did."

"____, your love is truly...

SOMETHING AWESOMER than me...

ICH LIEBE DICH." [1]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Song: Dangerous.

By: My American Heart <NateRiver>

[1] I Love You. 

It Sucks. I Know.~

Spellbound ~

<another FIC by NateRiver>

She has always fascinated him.

Made him curious and anxious.

How she never let anyone in her life.

She always acted cold and bitter 

to anyone who tried to break her circle of isolation.

Why?

It was now his time to know.

Because it was only him and her in the room.

"______..."

"What?"

"Would you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Ugh. No."

"Why are you so... Lonely...

And why do you act so cold to anyone who

tries to talk and befriend you?"

"..."

"When I was younger, I saw

My daddy cry and curse at the wind.

He broke his own heart and I watched

As he tried to reassemble it.

And my momma swore that she'll never

Let her self forget. 

And that was the day I promised 

I'd never sing of love

If it does not exist."

"Oh... Sorry..."

"..."

"Don't worry, I know how you feel..."

"You do?"

"Yeh."

"How?!"

"... Knowing that nobody loves you,

cares for you and at the end, 

they'll just leave you behind..."

"Oh... I see."

"But darlin'

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception"

  

"Thank you England..."

"For what?"

"Asking me that question."

"Oh... You're welcome."

"You are the only exception, England..."

"*blush* R-Really?"

"Yes, thank you."

"I love you, _____."

"I love you, too..."

For the first time,

Love made us happy

And we will stay that way

Maybe because we're

spellbound

to each other.

-______ and Arthur

 

"Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Or keep a straight face

And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I'd sworn to myself that I'm content
With loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk, but

 

 

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception"

Why ...

<Another fic Once again ... By NateRiver>

"Dammit, Spain!"

 His childhood still echoed in your head,

Letting you remember the first time you met him...

Also...

...The first time you fell in love.

You entered the Carried household as a maid. No one to accompany you,

nothing but your bare hands.

Just... Well... you.

Your family was killed in a war that tore up your beloved country.

Spain found you, all alone, took pity on you and long story short...

You're his maid now, together with Romano...

Romano and you became friends in an unusually fast pace,

some would even refer to you two as 'young lovers'

But although both of you were irritated, none of you complained.

All these memories swarmed your now full head. 

Making you regret leaving...

Making you regret hurting him...

...

"Ro-Romano, sorry..."

That's it you're coming back.

Nothing would ever stop you.

You're coming back to the place which made you feel

at home.

"I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend.

Lucky to have been where I have been.

Lucky to be coming home again."

*Knock*

"Dammit, what do you wa-..."

"Romano? It's me."

"_________."

"Sorry, I left you, Romano."  

"They don't know how long it takes.

Waiting for a love like this.

Every time we say goodbye

I wish we had one more kiss.

I'll wait for you, I promise you

I will."

 "It's been so long, _______." Spain said,

"Yeah..." facepalm.

Romano was still in shock. All the times he wished for you to come back...

Here it is.

His best-est friend...

His Amore.

After that...

Romano felt happy for the first just because you

were staying. Now he'll never feel lonely again.

One day you two were alone...

"Romano, if you're mad at me for leaving you

I'm sorry..."

"Why..."

"..."

"Why the hell would I be mad?!"

"Huh?"

"I love you, idiot."

"..."

"Ti Amo..."

"I miss you Romano."

"I'm lucky we're in love in every eay.

Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed,

Lucky to be coming home someday."

  

Epilogue

*Click* *Click* "This is soooo cute," Spain chuckled to himself, while taking pictures of two sleeping bodies, tied to each other in a hug. "And it's sooo going to facebook!"

Love.